Hello everyone! Today is July 2nd, Tuesday, the 27th day of the fifth lunar month. If you want to move forward, you have to get out of where you are staying at this moment. Please enjoy the song "Song of the Guerrillas".
Song of the Guerrillas
Lyrics: He Luting
Composer: He Luting
Singing: Chorus
We are all sharpshooters
Kill an enemy with every bullet
We are all flying troops
Even if the mountains are high and the water is deep
In the dense woods
Everywhere there are camps for comrades
On a high hill
There are countless of our good brothers
No food, no clothing
The enemy has sent forward
No guns, no cannons
The enemy made it for us
We grew up here
Every inch of land is our own
Whoever wants to preempt
We'll fight him to the end
No food, no clothing
The enemy has sent forward
No guns, no cannons
The enemy made it for us
We grew up here
Every inch of land is our own
Whoever wants to preempt
We'll fight him to the end